Japan sobbed the rest of the day, staring into the empty crib. America could only watch, tearing up slightly as he watched him cry.
"Kiku."
Japan clung to America, not letting go.
»_«
Japan cried as he pushed one final time. America grabbed the baby and wrapped it in a towel. "A girl. We had a girl."
Japan cried happily, rather than out of pain. "Can we name her Grace?"
"Of course," America said. "Grace Honda-Jones."
They both said it at the same time. "I love you."
THE END
